Title: Snowed In
Chapter: 5
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait but between working every afternoon on top of all day long and taking a master's class, I've been busy. Hope you enjoy.
Sara spent time under the shower absorbed in thoughts. She was closer to Grissom than she had ever been and they had both initiated it. This seminar was the best thing that could happen to them. She heard a muffled sound and turned the water off. Grissom was outside the door speaking.
"Um... Sara, are you done, yet?"
"Yeah, hold on."
"I can't ...um...hold on much longer." She could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
"Okay, I'm coming." Shit! Not enough time to change. Just grab a towel and leave.
Sara quickly wrapped a towel around her and grabbed the clothes she had brought in. Still dripping she opened the bathroom door. Grissom's mouth dropped open, his face grew beat red, and he just stared.
"All yours," she said and entered the bedroom.
Grissom finally got himself moving into the bathroom. His heart was thumping in his chest. It was all too good to be true.
After they were both changed they headed down to breakfast in the dinning room they ate the night before. Dottie was wiping the table and the rest of the inn guests were no where to be seen.
"Ms. Sumner?" Dottie turned at hearing Grissom's voice. "Where is everyone?"
Dottie had a huge smile on her lips. "Good morning you two. Well, Mr. Grissom while you two were ...how can I put it...busy... everyone got up and ate. You know it's almost 11."
"O'clock?" Sara looked at her with amazement. How could she have overslept?
"Yes, dear. Breakfast is over with."
"You're not serving it anymore?" Grissom asked.
"No, I'm sorry I know you two must be starved." She winked at them.
"Look, Dottie nothing..." Sara started.
Grissom cut her off. "I would appreciate it if you would stop making comments inferring you know what happened in our honeymoon suite. What we do is no one's business."
Sara spun her head towards him. Nothing had happened but Grissom was not going to deny it.
"I'm sorry, I like butting in." Dottie moved towards the kitchen. "Come in and grab some food. Everyone is probably going to eat here tonight anyways. We already have two feet of snow and it has stopped yet."
"Thank you." They both replied.
Dottie showed them what she had and left them to prepare their breakfast. The kitchen was old fashion looking but warm and cozy.
"What do you feel like eating?" Grissom asked, his head in the fridge.
"As long as it doesn't have meat, I don't care."
Grissom fished around. "How about some toast with jam and a side order of waffles?"
"Sounds good." Sara stood behind him ready to assist.
"Take a seat. I'll make you breakfast." Grissom smiled at her.
"Okay," She felt like a teenager on her first date with the boy she liked. Unsure, excited, wondering what would happen. She saw no chairs in the kitchen so she hopped up onto the counter.
Grissom rolled his eyes. "That's where I'm going to make our breakfast."
"Do you see any chairs?"
"I'm not going to have room..."
"I don't take up that much space!" She laughed throwing her head back.
"Fine then." He put all the ingredients next to her and placed the waffles in the toaster. They were done quickly and soon the wheat bread was browning. Grissom went back to the fridge looking for syrup but couldn't find any.
"Bad news, no syrup."
"Oh, well, we'll just put jam on them."
Grissom turned the jam container and heard it's pop. It was large, about the size of a pasta sauce jar containing strawberry preserves. He took a knife a sliced into the gooey substance quickly bringing it up when... a noise made him jump. The toaster was done with the wheat toast and sprang up with a loud clunk. Grissom had turned to see where the noise was coming from and missed the whole comedy taking place.
"Geez!" He heard Sara's voice and moved his eyes to her face.
She was pulling the red, sticky substance from the strands of her hair. "Nice going," she scoffed at him.
"Sara, I'm sorry, it must have flown out when I got distracted. Here let me help." He grabbed a paper towel off its dispenser and ran it under the sink. When it was thoroughly wet he reached up to the side of Sara's head where the strawberry bullet had left its mark. Gently smoothing the towel onto to the hair he looked directly in her eyes. She was looking back at him silently wishing, he could tell. For once in his left he jumped in without dissecting the situation or thinking about what would happen. His lips found hers and gently touched. He felt a thousands pangs through his heart like some closed off space had been opened up.
Sara's heart was beating in her ears. She had to repeat to herself, "He just kissed me." It was a sweet kiss but a kiss none the less. She sucked up her courage and moved her lips closer to his. She was surprised when he didn't move. She let her lips dance lightly on his before pushing further. He responded back and the kiss grew more intense. This time though he did pull back.
A blush had risen to his cheeks. "We should eat before it gets cold."
"Yeah..."
He moved back to the counter and continued his work. Sara reached over him and pulled some of the jam out with her index finger. She saw him stop and stare as she put her finger in her mouth and removed the jam. The knife clinked as it hit the floor.
"I dropped the knife." It was all Grissom could mutter.
"You should try the jam, it's quite good." Sara smiled.
Grissom dipped his finger in and copied Sara's movement. He saw the look on her face. "Very satisfying." Two could play at this game.
Sara promptly jumped off the counter and picked up her plate. "You know we probably have infected that jam with our germs," she laughed.
Grissom considered this for a moment. "True, I'll ask Dottie if we can keep it. You never know if we might crave it later." With that he grabbed his plate and walked into the dinning room. Sara was left speechless. God, did he saw what I though he did? Does this means that he wants to...oh, God. She finally composed herself to sit down and eat the makeshift breakfast with him.
They walked back up the steps to the honeymoon suite in silence. The wind was whipping around creating howling, creaking sounds in the old inn. Grissom opened the door and let Sara walk in first.
She looked at him and saw fear and excitement in his eyes. "So what do you want to do?" She put the question out as innocently as she could.
He wet his lips and spoke softly. "Did you know the worst storm ever to hit New England happened in 1938?"
"What?" She looked at him curiously. Was he trying to avoid the elephant in the room?
He moved closer. "It was a hurricane, happened in September." He locked on to her eyes and removed his glasses, leaving them on the bedside table. He was now mere inches away. "The wind gusts were up to 186 mph." Grissom's hand stroked Sara's hair. "Over five hundred people lost their lives." He moved his hand down to her shoulder. "Power outages lasted for weeks."
She smiled slightly, nervousness suddenly taking effect. He wasn't speaking, he was waiting for her. "I think I know the storm. It journeyed across the Atlantic and up northward." She placed her index finger on his chest and traced upward to his mouth. She could feel his body shiver. "There were incredible storm tides."
"Eighteen to twenty-five feet." He kissed her hand.
"Oh, God, Grissom."
"Yes, many people prayed to God." He smiled at her and then took hold of her mouth with his.
They moved towards the bed, their bodies in sync. Grissom pulled back and looked at Sara. "The bedside table, Nick and Catherine left us a gift."
Sara nodded. "Yeah, I saw them when I got the safety pin. Glow in the dark bug ones."
Grissom sighed. "They think they have a good sense of humor." He paused. "Are you sure that..."
"I'm sure."
"This will change everything."
"Everything is already changed, Grissom."
He kissed her again and gently pushed her on the bed. They were finally a couple.
The snow was still falling; great gusts of wind shook the winds. Sara watched the snow lying in Grissom's arms. It was so peaceful, all of it. Being with him, the snow, and the inn. A winter's dream that hopefully would never end.
She turned to him. "Grissom, what happens when we go back to Las Vegas?"
"Lets not tell anyone right away. We'll torture Catherine and Nick a little."
"We will be in a..." She started avoiding his eyes.
He lifted her chin. "In a relationship? I hope so if you'll have me."
She grinned back at him. "Why wouldn't I?'
"Well, I am older than you and your boss."
"You are not old, I can testify to that!" Grissom grew red. She continued, "I don't care what anyone says, I want to be with you."
He kissed her quickly.
Sara smiled. "So did you ever here about the Blizzard of '93 that gripped this region?"
Grissom raised one eyebrow. "I'm not sure. Remind me."
"Well, it started down here..."
To be continued...
Chapter: 5
Author: Evidence
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait but between working every afternoon on top of all day long and taking a master's class, I've been busy. Hope you enjoy.
Sara spent time under the shower absorbed in thoughts. She was closer to Grissom than she had ever been and they had both initiated it. This seminar was the best thing that could happen to them. She heard a muffled sound and turned the water off. Grissom was outside the door speaking.
"Um... Sara, are you done, yet?"
"Yeah, hold on."
"I can't ...um...hold on much longer." She could hear the embarrassment in his voice.
"Okay, I'm coming." Shit! Not enough time to change. Just grab a towel and leave.
Sara quickly wrapped a towel around her and grabbed the clothes she had brought in. Still dripping she opened the bathroom door. Grissom's mouth dropped open, his face grew beat red, and he just stared.
"All yours," she said and entered the bedroom.
Grissom finally got himself moving into the bathroom. His heart was thumping in his chest. It was all too good to be true.
After they were both changed they headed down to breakfast in the dinning room they ate the night before. Dottie was wiping the table and the rest of the inn guests were no where to be seen.
"Ms. Sumner?" Dottie turned at hearing Grissom's voice. "Where is everyone?"
Dottie had a huge smile on her lips. "Good morning you two. Well, Mr. Grissom while you two were ...how can I put it...busy... everyone got up and ate. You know it's almost 11."
"O'clock?" Sara looked at her with amazement. How could she have overslept?
"Yes, dear. Breakfast is over with."
"You're not serving it anymore?" Grissom asked.
"No, I'm sorry I know you two must be starved." She winked at them.
"Look, Dottie nothing..." Sara started.
Grissom cut her off. "I would appreciate it if you would stop making comments inferring you know what happened in our honeymoon suite. What we do is no one's business."
Sara spun her head towards him. Nothing had happened but Grissom was not going to deny it.
"I'm sorry, I like butting in." Dottie moved towards the kitchen. "Come in and grab some food. Everyone is probably going to eat here tonight anyways. We already have two feet of snow and it has stopped yet."
"Thank you." They both replied.
Dottie showed them what she had and left them to prepare their breakfast. The kitchen was old fashion looking but warm and cozy.
"What do you feel like eating?" Grissom asked, his head in the fridge.
"As long as it doesn't have meat, I don't care."
Grissom fished around. "How about some toast with jam and a side order of waffles?"
"Sounds good." Sara stood behind him ready to assist.
"Take a seat. I'll make you breakfast." Grissom smiled at her.
"Okay," She felt like a teenager on her first date with the boy she liked. Unsure, excited, wondering what would happen. She saw no chairs in the kitchen so she hopped up onto the counter.
Grissom rolled his eyes. "That's where I'm going to make our breakfast."
"Do you see any chairs?"
"I'm not going to have room..."
"I don't take up that much space!" She laughed throwing her head back.
"Fine then." He put all the ingredients next to her and placed the waffles in the toaster. They were done quickly and soon the wheat bread was browning. Grissom went back to the fridge looking for syrup but couldn't find any.
"Bad news, no syrup."
"Oh, well, we'll just put jam on them."
Grissom turned the jam container and heard it's pop. It was large, about the size of a pasta sauce jar containing strawberry preserves. He took a knife a sliced into the gooey substance quickly bringing it up when... a noise made him jump. The toaster was done with the wheat toast and sprang up with a loud clunk. Grissom had turned to see where the noise was coming from and missed the whole comedy taking place.
"Geez!" He heard Sara's voice and moved his eyes to her face.
She was pulling the red, sticky substance from the strands of her hair. "Nice going," she scoffed at him.
"Sara, I'm sorry, it must have flown out when I got distracted. Here let me help." He grabbed a paper towel off its dispenser and ran it under the sink. When it was thoroughly wet he reached up to the side of Sara's head where the strawberry bullet had left its mark. Gently smoothing the towel onto to the hair he looked directly in her eyes. She was looking back at him silently wishing, he could tell. For once in his left he jumped in without dissecting the situation or thinking about what would happen. His lips found hers and gently touched. He felt a thousands pangs through his heart like some closed off space had been opened up.
Sara's heart was beating in her ears. She had to repeat to herself, "He just kissed me." It was a sweet kiss but a kiss none the less. She sucked up her courage and moved her lips closer to his. She was surprised when he didn't move. She let her lips dance lightly on his before pushing further. He responded back and the kiss grew more intense. This time though he did pull back.
A blush had risen to his cheeks. "We should eat before it gets cold."
"Yeah..."
He moved back to the counter and continued his work. Sara reached over him and pulled some of the jam out with her index finger. She saw him stop and stare as she put her finger in her mouth and removed the jam. The knife clinked as it hit the floor.
"I dropped the knife." It was all Grissom could mutter.
"You should try the jam, it's quite good." Sara smiled.
Grissom dipped his finger in and copied Sara's movement. He saw the look on her face. "Very satisfying." Two could play at this game.
Sara promptly jumped off the counter and picked up her plate. "You know we probably have infected that jam with our germs," she laughed.
Grissom considered this for a moment. "True, I'll ask Dottie if we can keep it. You never know if we might crave it later." With that he grabbed his plate and walked into the dinning room. Sara was left speechless. God, did he saw what I though he did? Does this means that he wants to...oh, God. She finally composed herself to sit down and eat the makeshift breakfast with him.
They walked back up the steps to the honeymoon suite in silence. The wind was whipping around creating howling, creaking sounds in the old inn. Grissom opened the door and let Sara walk in first.
She looked at him and saw fear and excitement in his eyes. "So what do you want to do?" She put the question out as innocently as she could.
He wet his lips and spoke softly. "Did you know the worst storm ever to hit New England happened in 1938?"
"What?" She looked at him curiously. Was he trying to avoid the elephant in the room?
He moved closer. "It was a hurricane, happened in September." He locked on to her eyes and removed his glasses, leaving them on the bedside table. He was now mere inches away. "The wind gusts were up to 186 mph." Grissom's hand stroked Sara's hair. "Over five hundred people lost their lives." He moved his hand down to her shoulder. "Power outages lasted for weeks."
She smiled slightly, nervousness suddenly taking effect. He wasn't speaking, he was waiting for her. "I think I know the storm. It journeyed across the Atlantic and up northward." She placed her index finger on his chest and traced upward to his mouth. She could feel his body shiver. "There were incredible storm tides."
"Eighteen to twenty-five feet." He kissed her hand.
"Oh, God, Grissom."
"Yes, many people prayed to God." He smiled at her and then took hold of her mouth with his.
They moved towards the bed, their bodies in sync. Grissom pulled back and looked at Sara. "The bedside table, Nick and Catherine left us a gift."
Sara nodded. "Yeah, I saw them when I got the safety pin. Glow in the dark bug ones."
Grissom sighed. "They think they have a good sense of humor." He paused. "Are you sure that..."
"I'm sure."
"This will change everything."
"Everything is already changed, Grissom."
He kissed her again and gently pushed her on the bed. They were finally a couple.
The snow was still falling; great gusts of wind shook the winds. Sara watched the snow lying in Grissom's arms. It was so peaceful, all of it. Being with him, the snow, and the inn. A winter's dream that hopefully would never end.
She turned to him. "Grissom, what happens when we go back to Las Vegas?"
"Lets not tell anyone right away. We'll torture Catherine and Nick a little."
"We will be in a..." She started avoiding his eyes.
He lifted her chin. "In a relationship? I hope so if you'll have me."
She grinned back at him. "Why wouldn't I?'
"Well, I am older than you and your boss."
"You are not old, I can testify to that!" Grissom grew red. She continued, "I don't care what anyone says, I want to be with you."
He kissed her quickly.
Sara smiled. "So did you ever here about the Blizzard of '93 that gripped this region?"
Grissom raised one eyebrow. "I'm not sure. Remind me."
"Well, it started down here..."
To be continued...